Mother. Of. Pearl.

Yesterday I swing-danced for 10 hours. Got back, showered, and passed out hardcore in the early AM hours. A couple hours later I was woken up by the fire alarm for my residence hall. Sprung into RA mode and got everyone out of the building and into the freezing night air. After some time we went back inside and I passed out. Woke up this morning and Can. Not. Move. Haha seriously, not kidding. My muscles are tensed in ways I didn’t even know were possible. Even my toenails hurt. I’m very slowly and carefully shuffling around my room and gasping when any part of my body is accidentally touched or moved wrong.

Objectively, I was probably stupid to dance for 10 hours with very few breaks. But subjectively? SO WORTH IT. :) People came from around the South-East for this, including some of the best of the best, and for the night portion we had a live swing band and everyone dressed up. Best part? Spent the whole time with my boyfriend, who is learning with me.

Reaping the consequences, but definitely will never forget last night!